LOVE

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back
	Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
	From my first entrance in.
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
	If I lacked anything.

A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
	Love said, You shall be he.
I, the unkind, ungrateful?  Ah, my dear,
	I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
	Who made the eyes but I?

Truth, Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
	Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, said Love, who bore the blame?
	My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, said Love, and taste my meat.
	So I did sit and eat.

			-- George Herbert
Posted to the Bible List by Janet L. Nicholas (jnicholas@juno.com)
09 Jan 1997